I’m at the park watching an old guy feed bread crumbs to a flock of pigeons.
He’s like God throwing manna to the Children of Israel.
Sometimes I think all of life is magical but growd-ups don’t wanna talk about magic.
They say magic is for kids but if you ask them how come they’re alive, they don’t know what to say.
Ok, so I got a question:
Let’s say one-day u meet someone an’ this person sez they got lots a love for you but somethin’ don’t feel right.
But you wanna be loved and the person seems straight up. An’ you love ‘em back.
But there’s shadows you can’t explain, and the shadows look familiar.
But you don’t want to lose the love so u try to pretend like the shadows ain’t there when, bam!
Them shadows gets…
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